"No matter how sharp a saber is, if it's kept in its sheath, it won't be able to bring out any of its power. Since I can't use these killing techniques anymore, it would be better for me to teach them to more Turan warriors so that they can obtain even greater glory."
These words moved Hailstorm.
She clapped her hands and summoned two ratfolk labourers who served her. They brought a large amount of fried Mandala Fruits, condensed milk, and the medicine made by the witch doctor.
Although the deep-fried Mandala Fruit had a lot of calories, it was still a normal food, and the amount of spiritual energy it contained per unit of mass was not high.
To a Heaven Realm superhuman like Meng Chao, who seemed to have a bottomless pit in his body, no matter how many fried Mandala Fruits he ate, it was difficult for him to completely replenish the fighting power he used on Lu Siya.
But the condensed milk that was carefully refined from totem beast milk and fat contained spirit energy that did not lose to the highest quality high-calorie nutritional fluid in Dragon City.
For the high-level Beastmen to be able to reign supreme in Turanze for thousands of years and fight against the Holy Light Faction who had the protection of the Gods until now, their Witch Doctors definitely didn't only have the ability to act mysterious.
Compared to the gene medicine in Dragon City, the secret medicine created by the witch doctors in Turan contained a lot of impurities. When people swallowed it, they felt as if magma flowed down their throats to their chest and abdomen, causing their organs to burn.
However, after the medicine seeped into his limbs and bones, the damaged cells were being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was like the Shaodaozi brewed by a private workshop. It was strong, strong, fierce, and especially intoxicating!
Ordinary Extraordinaires might not be able to withstand this kind of secret medicine that was specially refined for high-level orcs.
But Meng Chao drank the super gene medicine, Hell's Blood, as if it was a diet drink.
The activity of his cells was far greater than that of a normal superhuman, so he was not afraid of the side effects of Turan's medicine. He drank the entire bag of green medicine in one go and moaned in satisfaction.
He sensed power spreading through his limbs, causing his damaged and withered spirit meridians to look like aquatic dragons that had woken up from hibernation. They became full and lively again, and Meng Chao felt that the collaborator in front of him had made the right choice.
However, he did not move his spirit energy to the surface of his body to repair the wounds all over his body.
For the time being, he didn't want anyone to find out that he had the ability to heal quickly.
It was better to let all the high-level Beastmen think that he was seriously injured and weak.
Hailstorm did not suspect that the Reaper before him was hiding his strength.
After all, based on Meng Chao's injuries on the surface, it was already a miracle that he could stand.
The Snow Leopard warrior was just curious. "Actually, with your ability, you could have gone to the big shots of the Blood Skull Arena long ago. For example, Casava Bloodhoof.
"I believe that this Adjudicator and the Bloodhoof Clan behind him will bestow you with even more food and secret medicines. They will also guarantee your safety in the territory of the Bloodhoof Clan."
In other words, why didn't you look for the real ruler of the Blood Skull Arena? Why did you come to me, a small gladiator?
Meng Chao shrugged.
"A few days ago, I was dizzy and dying. I couldn't even talk, and my head was in a mess. I didn't remember so many things.
"At that time, no one would believe a person who was curled up in the deepest part of the dungeon, had a strange face, and no one knew where he came from.
"What can I do to crawl out of the dungeon and meet this' Lord Casafa 'that you mentioned?"
"That's why you trained Leaf and used him to stir up the interest of the powerful."
Hailstorm was not stupid. She instantly understood Meng Chao's intentions. She narrowed her eyes and stared at Meng Chao. "Then, now that you have the chance to meet the big shots in Black Horn City, do you want me to bring you to meet Sir Casava? His father is the current chief of the Bloodhoof Clan, and there's a high possibility that he will become the chief of war and lead the entire Turan army.
"As long as you give him these tree bark papers and tell him a few fighting techniques, you will definitely get a reward that is one hundred times better than what I have here."
Meng Chao hesitated for a moment.
But he still shook his head.
"What if Sir Casava doesn't believe me?"
He pretended that he did not see that Hailstorm was testing him and said honestly, "After all, through my observations, I noticed that my black-haired and black-eyed self is different from most of the rat people and clan warriors. I'm definitely an anomaly.
"What if Sir Casava suspects my origins and motives and forces me to tell him everything, but I really can't remember? What should I do?
"Or perhaps, Lord Casafa felt that rather than giving me food and secret medicine, it would be better to lock me up in the dark and terrifying Dark Prison and torture me with the cruelest methods. Only then would he be able to squeeze out all the secrets in my mind. What should he do then?
"Like all the warriors in Tulan, I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to be tortured and slowly torn into pieces by rusty machines instead of being killed by powerful warriors on the battlefield. I don't want to die in such a way.
"So, compared to Sir Casava, I'm more willing to follow Lady Hailstorm."
These were Meng Chao's true thoughts.
He had long since learned of the names of the important people who controlled the Blood Hoof Clan from the rat people locked in the dungeon.
He had also wondered whether he should look for these important people or even the current tribe leader of the Blood Hoof Clan to work together.
But the difference in strength between the two sides made it impossible for the two of them to work together as equals.
The only way was for the other party, who had the home advantage and a powerful position, to oppress him with everything they had.
Meng Chao did not like working together with an aggressive and powerful party while he was at a disadvantage.
He could not guarantee that the other party would not have other thoughts when they saw that he was alone.
Besides, he knew the results of the competition between the five races better than anyone else.
Over the past one thousand years, the Blood Hoof Clan had always been the runner-up among the five great clans in terms of overall strength. They were the true runner-up, but they had failed once again when they tried to become the war chief. They could only obey the orders of the Golden Clan.
If they could not even command all of Turan Lake, what right did they have to work together with Meng Chao?
If Meng Chao wanted to talk, he had to talk to the real boss!
When he thought of this, his gaze became even clearer and more magnanimous.
His magnanimity dispelled Ice Storm's final doubts.
Of course she knew that the harvester before her might not be telling the truth, including the fact that he had lost his memories and forgotten his identity.
There was also a possibility that this person had something he could not tell her and did not want to reveal his true strength in front of the important people of the Blood Hoof Clan.
Just like … herself.
But that was not important.
In a sense, it was even better.
As long as this person's fighting skills were real and could show immediate results, Ice Storm was willing to give him everything he wanted.
"I only have five days," Ice Storm said.
The Ice Storm said, "Within five days, can your combat skills really help my soldiers advance by leaps and bounds?"
"That depends on what kind of soldiers they are."
"Of course it's the strongest soldiers," Ice Storm said.
Meng Chao shook his head slowly and said, "Forgive me for being blunt, but you shouldn't have chosen the strongest soldiers."
Ice Storm was slightly stunned and asked curiously, "Why?"
"If my guess is correct, in the past few rounds of group battles, when you were choosing soldiers to form your team, you chose the strongest soldiers," Meng Chao said calmly.
"But after the survival of the fittest and layers of selection, the rat people who have the right to be seen by you should be about the same in terms of strength.
"It's impossible for the strongest person to be twice as strong as the weakest. In a chaotic team battle, such individual differences are not the key to victory."
Ice Storm's curiosity was piqued. She did not care about Meng Chao poking at her for losing three rounds in a row. She asked, "Then what is the key to victory?"
"Willpower," Meng Chao said.
"No matter how strong a physical body is, there is a limit, but the power of willpower might be endless."
Ice Storm frowned and said, "Aren't the strongest soldiers the ones with the strongest willpower?"
"It might be, but it might not be," Meng Chao explained.
"You have the blood of glory flowing in your veins, and you're a noble warrior. Even though you have the right to choose your servant soldiers as you please, you've probably never seen the light above your head from the depths of the dungeon. That's why you don't know just how the rat people who fell into the depths of the dungeon managed to climb up.
"You lock thousands of rat people together and use scarce food to cause us to fight for food. This method is the survival of the fittest. You can only choose the strongest soldiers, but you might not be able to choose the best soldiers.
"Let's say there is a rat person who curled up on the ground and shivered when his home was destroyed. All the warriors in the clan disdained to kill such a coward, so he was unharmed and endured the torture of a long journey. After he entered the dungeon, because he was the least injured, he got the most food, and he looked fat. Would he be the soldier Lady Ice Storm wants?
"There is also a rat person who fought back when his home was destroyed, but he was heavily injured.
"When he was on a long journey, he saved his companions without caring about his injuries. He dragged a lot of rat people who were bound to die with him to Black Corner City. In the end, when he fell into the dungeon, his injuries acted up, and he no longer had the strength to fight for food.
"Wouldn't it be a pity for such a warrior to die in the dungeon?
"And Lady Ice Storm, don't you want to know just how much fighting strength he will have if you save such a warrior from the dungeon and give him enough food and treatment so that he can recover?"
A thought appeared in Ice Storm's mind.
After losing three rounds, she had a vague feeling that there was something wrong with her standards for choosing soldiers.
Besides, Casafa would definitely not let her win the final and most crucial group fight smoothly.
No matter how strong the new soldiers she chose were, they would not be stronger than the soldiers who had their opponents cast spells on them and took secret medicine.
That was why she only chose Leaf in the new soldier training camp.
If she counted the "harvester" in front of her, she still had twenty-eight spots for her slave soldiers.
Ice Storm thought about it and said, "Then, how should I know who is just strong and who has great willpower?"
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